NOVEL WEB Chapter 139: Rare Diamond and Blood Bite
The limo door swung open, and the sight of the red-light district entered my vision. I took a peek around with interest. The dark streets were full of drunkards, the buildings were lit by strange-looking candles—yes, even in this age and with all the technology, some people still use candles, especially in the red district—alcohol, cheap tobacco, and sex lingered in the air. This was my first visit, and the scene was great and perfect for the twisted desires of the dark underbelly, where the rich and the poor alike would mix to fuck each other.
Stepping out of the car, I stretched my legs for a bit as the sound of the door being shut echoed.
"Hah, finally the smell I like," Greska said with a smirk, climbing out from her seat and standing in front of me. Her fur and skull armor drew some attention as she looked around.
"Follow me and try not to break anything, especially the boys," I instructed, walking toward the entrance of my new toy.
"Yes, boss," her smirk grew, and she flashed a sharp-tooth grin. Greska has that 'kink' of breaking men, literally and sexually, a trait of the giants, I think. But I don't really care about men. Greska can do whatever she likes to them, but only under my watch.
We headed to the building with confidence, unfazed by the surroundings. The clientele and the prostitutes were watching us with interest and a hint of nervousness, due to Greska and my own confidence and cold aura.
As we neared the entrance of the brothel, the door opened to allow us in. A male slave, a young male, who looked no older than nineteen, was opening the door.
"W-welcome, madams," he spoke, showing the shy behavior of a virgin. The slave's face was blushing, and he was nervously trying not to look at me or the half-giant, keeping his eyes down and stealing glances at the huge bulge in Greska's trousers.
'Heh... maybe I should let Greska play with him, as a gift.'
With an idea in my head, I nodded and entered the main hall of the place, ignoring the nervous kid behind me.
'Wow'
The interior was breathtaking, with golden decorations hanging from the ceiling. Expensive carpets covered the floor, and beautiful tapestries adorned the walls. Everything was decorated beautifully, with taste and love, only the best.
'I guess I have to thank the old owner for that.'
The place was separated into several levels. The first floor contained necessary services like a bar and restaurant, while the second was used for dancing and entertaining. The third was dedicated to the brothel's work, while the last was a VIP floor for special clients, and it was also where my new room and office were located, as well as where the slaves slept. The old owner liked to have his slaves close, just to fuck them when he felt like it.
'Of course, I'll follow his example.'
"Good evening, Lady Raven," the receptionist, a young woman, greeted. Her body was a work of art, a real blonde beauty, and her outfit was as expected in a brothel—revealing, with only enough fabric to cover her private parts, but still letting the imagination run wild.
The woman's breasts were barely covered by a black lacy bra, while her pussy was only hidden by a small thong and a short mini-skirt, her ass left free for the clients to enjoy.
"Welcome to 'Rare Diamond,'" the woman said, offering a polite bow. "We're happy to have you as our new owner, Lady Raven."
"Good evening," I nodded, walking closer. "I'm here to inspect my new property. Who is in charge here?"
"I am, my lady." A young girl appeared from a side door. Her hair was brown and tied in a ponytail, her face was clean, and she wore a set of glasses. She was the one in charge of managing the day-to-day operations of the brothel. Her attire was similar to the receptionist's, except for a black scarf that was wrapped around her waist. From the smell my spider nose picked up, I instantly knew what was hiding under it.
'Oh, a futa.'
"Good evening, my lady," the woman bowed with a nervous smile, her face blushing as I kept staring at her crotch. She was embarrassed and tried not to look me in the eye, the reason was simple and the same as the receptionist—my top-tier appearance.
"Good evening," I replied, taking a second to analyze her. "You are the manager, yes?"
"Yes, I am, my lady," the woman nodded. "My name is Lisa, and I'm in charge of the place."
"Good. I want you to tell me everything about the business and how you manage it," I declared, looking around. "And call the others, too. We're going to have a meeting."
"Right away, Lady Raven." She bowed again and led the way. I followed her, enjoying the view of her ass shaking side to side as she walked. However, when we reached the staircases, the brothel's front door opened, and a man and a woman clad in armor entered.
"Boss," Greska whispered, moving behind me, ready to defend.
"Hello, welcome to the 'Rare Diamond,'" Lisa began greeting the clients, but the man, a big, tall, muscular guy, raised his hand to silence her.
"We're not here for you whores," the man said, his tone cold and serious. He and the woman scanned the place for a few seconds before opening the door for a man to enter.
"!!!" The moment my eyes landed on this man, the hair on my back rose, and goosebumps formed all over my skin, not from fear but from... I really don't know. I was getting a creepy feeling from this man. I mean, look at him.
Mohawk style with a color reminding me of those green lightsabers in old-era movies, red sunglasses, gold necklace, brown fur coat, no t-shirt, and a pink pair of pants. Yeah, he looked like a complete douche. And his aura was that of a pimp.
"Where is the boss?" the man shouted, looking around and acting like he owned the place. "I'm here to meet him."
"..."
"I'm the new owner," I replied, taking a step forward. Greska was behind me on high alert. "Who are you?"
"Oh, a woman, I like it," the man smirked. "The name's Jack, the one and only."
"What is your business here, Jack?" I asked, folding my arms.
"Oh, nothing personal," Jack shook his head, his tone calm and arrogant. "I just want to talk with the owner, that's all."
"You have me," I declared, pointing at myself. "I'm the new owner, so now tell me, what do you want?"
"Hmm," the man, Jack, paused, taking a long second to stare at me. His gaze was making my skin crawl. He was scanning and analyzing me. After a couple of seconds, he spoke.
"I'm here to collect," he answered, his lips twisting into a small smirk. "For the late payment."
'What?'
I kept silent, holding his gaze, not wanting to show my confusion. Payment my ass. I made sure to know everything about the last owner, and in the files, he had no debts, so what the fuck is this bastard talking about?
"I don't know what you're talking about," I stated, glaring at him. "If there's a debt, it should be with the previous owner, not with me."
"Oh no, no," Jack shook his head, smirking. "The debt is in the name of this brothel."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Let me explain," the man started, removing his coat and throwing it on the receptionist. The girl struggled and fumbled, trying to catch it.
"Listen well, bitch," Jack spat, his expression turning deadly. "This place was one of the highest incomes for the Red Dragon Syndicate, and we had an agreement with the old fucker."
'Red Dragon?'
The name sounded unfamiliar, but it's not hard to guess that this 'Red Dragon' was a crime organization that likes to force money out of small business owners in the name of protection and shit.
"Our agreement was simple," Jack continued, his tone arrogant and confident. "The old bastard would give us 5% of his monthly profit, and we would leave him alone."
'Bullshit'
This guy was lying, and I could feel it, but I had no choice but to keep up the act.
"What if I don't pay?" I asked, my eyes drifting to his bodyguards, noticing how relaxed they were.
"Then we'll have problems," Jack answered, his gaze turning dark and scary. "If you don't want something to happen to this place, and these lovely girls," he paused, licking his lips and leering at the workers and slaves around him, "then I suggest you pay the price."
"And how much is the debt?"
"Two million credits," Jack replied, flashing a wicked smirk. "In cash"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Nope, and you have two days to pay, otherwise," Jack paused, approaching me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "Well, let's say we'll have some fun with the girls, and of course you."
He finished his last words by moving his hand down to my ass, giving it a strong squeeze. At that moment, something inside me just snapped. And I... well.
"AHHHHHH!"
I buried my fangs in his neck.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Jack shouted, struggling. He tried to break free and push me away, but my bite was firm. I instinctively changed my teeth from human ones to spider fangs, giving my bite an unnatural strength that was able to rip a part of his neck.
"ARGGHH! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, BITCH?" He fell to the floor in agony and shock, his brain trying to understand what just happened, but the pain was too much, and I was too hungry. The taste of his blood was amazing, and I felt a great amount of power surging inside me.
No one dared to move, frozen in place, their eyes shifting between me and the bleeding man on the floor. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a few seconds as I licked the blood from my lips and enjoyed the warm, tingling sensation that spread all over my body.
"Greska," I called, my voice deep and heavy, resonating through the entire building. "Capture them."
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